a/n: i have rlly bad writers block and this is all i could come up with, sorry if it's ahh
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⤷ SOFT!DOM HYUNJIN WHO....
sets the mood before hand. he's not here to have sex, he's here to make love. he lights a few candles, dims the light, sprays perfume
never skips foreplay. he has to spend at least 10 minutes kissing all over your body, gently groping you, and carefully undressing you
always gives you at least 1 orgasm before penetrating you. whether it's by eating you out or fingering you, he makes sure you're completely wet and comfortable before allowing himself his own pleasure
leaves a few hickeys, but keeps them in places only he'll see, like on your chest, hips, etc because he doesn't want to cause you trouble with covering them later
usually positions you in missionary so he can kiss you during the act without straining your neck. sometimes (especially when he's lazy), he fucks you while spooning you and leaves soft kisses on your neck
recognises the feeling of your incoming orgasm before you do and he always times it to be before his. if you're too sensitive after coming, he doesn't mind pulling out and rubbing himself to finish instead of overstimulating you
gently cups your tits and peppers kisses on them, but keeps his eyes locked on yours the whole time
praises you non stop. he coos in your ear about how good you make him feel, how he wants to take care of you, how well you're taking him, etc
he doesn't really mind if you wanna call him by any titles (e.g daddy or smth). he wouldnt enforce it but it would definitely turn him on
sees sex as the closest two souls can be to each other. he doesn't just want pleasure, he wants to cherish and worship your body
cws: smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), riding, whiny and sub Lee Know
word count: 2089
summary: Minho was always very eager to please you, no matter how long it would take - or how sensitive he was
a/n: next poll fic! Yaiii! first time writing sub Lee Know and I had a blast thehe
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“Minho-“.
He shook his head, breathing heavily. The air pressed out of his lungs hit the skin on your chest as his head was falling forwards. Minho grunted, staying still, but his cock was stuffed deep inside of you.
He held himself up with his arms while your legs were wrapped around his hips.
“Just- just give me a minute, yeah?”.
Your hands came up to take his face into them, cradle him and push the sweaty hair out of his sight.
“It’s okay, Min, really. We can just-“.
“No, it’s not”, he groaned.
It wasn’t like you didn’t like sex with him, quite the opposite. You just struggled to reach your orgasm that quickly sometimes and he sometimes got frustrated because of it. He wasn’t mad at you, he never was. It was more like a blow to his ego.
He was so eager to please you, so desperate to see you come apart and you didn’t have the heart to fake it - he would know and that would make it worse.
You didn’t think that you needed to cum every time, because it felt good either way. But to Minho, it was quite important to make you feel as good as he did. In the beginning of your relationship, you had to convince him that he wasn’t the problem. It had been like this since you could remember, also with other partners.
He had been understanding in this matter, but it didn’t seem to reduce his eagerness. But he had already come twice this evening and was very sensitive now, the overwhelming feeling of your walls pulsating relentlessly around him made him moan out so broken.
“I just need a moment,”, he whispered.
He leaned down to connect his lips with yours, captivating you in a grounding and slow kiss. Your fingers slid down into his neck, pulling him closer immediately. You got lost in it, in his taste and the way his breath stuttered when you dug your nails into his scalp.
“Wait- fuck”, he gasped, eyes closing in frustration, “I’m sorry”.
You wanted to tell him that there was nothing to be sorry about, that you still enjoyed having sex with him, but he didn’t even let you think before he entirely separated himself from you. But he didn’t go, he pushed your legs up into a mating press, thighs squeezed against your chest before diving in and kissing your pussy instead.
The angle was diabolical, he bared your core like this so he could taste it without being hindered in any way.
“Min!”, you cried out, jolting at the sudden stimulation.
“Sorry, kitten, I need a break”, another long stroke of his tongue against your clit, “But I’ll keep that pussy occupied. I’ll make you feel good, I promise”.
His eyes fluttered shut again, but this time out of pure bliss. He loved the taste of you, he loved how it lingered onto his tongue and his lips even after he was done. He could get off just with this.
So he let out a low grunt, vibrating against your clit and pulling a whine out of you.
“Hahh, Minho-“, you gasped, your fingers combed through his hair.
Of course, his actions had a certain effect on you, no matter how out of reach your orgasm seemed to be. He restricted your movements with his tight grip, so you couldn’t grind your hips against his face like you desired to.
He lapped up your combined juices, using the increased wetness to roll his tongue more slowly against your clit.
“Fuck- your taste-“, his voice was low and raspy and it made you whine out in desire.
It frustrated you probably the same way as it was to him that you liked it this much, but it just took you a little longer to let yourself fall.
Minho growled into your throbbing pussy, shifting in his position and letting go of your legs. He was laying flat on his stomach now, one arm wrapped around your thigh to keep you open. Two of his fingers nudged against your entrance, sliding in in one go.
He curled them to find your g-spot which he expertly found. He had years of practice now and never failed since the beginning - striking it slowly with scissoring motions.
“Does it feel good, kitten?”, he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.
You nodded hastily, letting your head fall back and relaxing your muscles to embrace the feeling. He rested his head on top of your leg, looking up to you in awe and watching you writhe. Minho always thought you looked so beautiful like this, completely naked and under his mercy.
The dark haired retracted his hands to insert another finger in a different angle, now fucking his fingers in with gentle and steady thrusts, hitting your g-spot every time.
You grunted, you could feel how your orgasm was there in arms length but it just wasn’t enough.
“Min- hahh-“, you bucked your hips, meeting him halfway through.
You chased your release, the desire in your blood almost hurt with the burning sensation. You needed to cum, you really did. But you still couldn’t manage it. You pulled Minhos head closer by his hair, urging him to give your clit more attention again.
And he did, a low rumble was deep in his chest while his mouth closed around the bundle of nerves. You rode his face, holding him in place by the back of his head and moved against him to apply more pressure where you needed it the most.
He probably didn’t even know he enjoyed being used like this, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he was so far gone.
“Fuck”, he sighed, moving, subconsciously humping the mattress underneath him, “Inside, wanna be inside so bad”.
Telling him to just do what he wanted wasn’t helping, you knew that. He gasped, ruining the sheets with pre cum as he was grinding against them. The tips of his fingers rubbed your wall in the same rhythm. It was torture, both for you and for him.
“Minho”, you cooed, gently prying his face off.
His eyes were dark and glassy, full blown pupils showing off how turned on he was - the tears threatening to form a shadow of the fact how the overstimulation was wrecking him.
“I have an idea”.
His breath was ragged, he never had looked so ruined and so pretty at the same time.
It led you to guiding him into a laying position on his back. Your heart clenched when he looked at you this way, so desperate, so exhausted. You straddled him, being very careful in your movements.
“You want me to take the lead, baby?”.
He nodded so quickly, parting his lips as if he wanted to say something, but everything that came out was a choked moan when you sank down on him. With just the tip in, he already arched his back off the mattress.
“Wait, wait, wait- fuck-“, he whimpered, “Too much”.
That sound out of his mouth was unfamiliar, your walls immediately pulsing around him.
“Don’t- ah- please”, his hands gripped your hips so tightly but instead of pushing you off he urged you to continue, “Don’t-“.
It was addicting, the way he was thrashing underneath you, trying to hold still but the sensation of being inside you just too much. Your hands were on his chest, slightly leaning forward to graze his flexed muscles. His whole body seemed so tense, as if he was holding himself back so hard to not combust on the spot.
When he bottomed out, both of you gasped, you rocked your hips back and forth to get more friction.
“Please, I’m- haahhh”.
Minhos eyes were squeezed shut, he didn’t really know where to put his hands. Constantly switching between squeezing different parts of your body in a bruising grip and letting them flop onto his face to hide it whenever whines would tumble out of his mouth.
“You’re doing so good, Min”, you sighed, “So good for me”.
“Fuck- fuck, fuck- I-“, another grunt, “I wanna be good”.
You grinned, fingers dipping lower to stroke his abs. You began to move properly, bouncing on his dick tentatively and slowly at first.
“You are”.
“Fuuuck-“, he was gone.
He reached in so deep in this position - this and his already fucked out face was such a delicious combination. It spurred you on, gave you more strength to move up and down. Minho bucked his hips just so slightly every now and then, too lost in his pleasure to listen to his body which was begging to stop the stimulation.
Your rhythm grew bolder, faster and harder with every passing second. While the dark haired was now switching from tensing and spasming to all his muscles being slack again - just letting himself being used in the most delicate way while you were riding him relentlessly.
“Please- please, I can’t take it”, he whimpered so loudly, it was almost a sob, “Fuck- please, I can’t”.
His mouth was just falling open, babbling incoherent nonsense in between countless sighs.
“You can, Minho. You’re doing so good”, you mused.
“Fuuuck- don’t say that”, his voice was broken, not coming out properly, “Just- Jagi- slow down”.
The next breath he took was a silent cry, tears now really forming at the corners of his eyes and rolling down the side of his face.
It made you stop in your tracks completely, you wanted to give him a break, but he shook his head and scrunched his face as if he was in agony.
“Nooo- please, I’m so close-“, Minho sobbed, more tears coming as he blinked them away.
He came closer to you, sitting upright to wrap his arms around your naked body and bury his face into the crook of your neck.
“Don’t stop-“, he sniffled, “Just- slow. Fuck me slowly, yeah?”.
You almost exploded, trembling hard out of desire when he said these words so submissively. There was a certain appeal to it you couldn’t resist nor describe. He’d let you use him for your own pleasure, to finally reach your orgasm, but he was just begging you to be careful with him.
Something stirred inside of you, the feeling of his weeping cock hitting the right spot sending jolts through your helpless body. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his cheeks.
While gyrating your hips, you kissed his face, tasting the salt before sealing your lips with his again. The kiss wasn’t as slow as your movements, your tongue quickly licking into his mouth, making him moan in a shuddered breath.
His whines were muffled like this, he desperately clawed at you, holding on for his dear life and his last slither of sanity at the same time. Endorphins flushed your body through your veins, the way your bodies were sticking together was only enhancing the rush.
“Fuck-“, he whined against your lips, “Fuck, Jagi- gonna cum”.
The stimulation was so much better all of the sudden, like every fiber in your body was focusing onto your desire and satisfaction now.
Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone just right while his cock hit your cervix. This combined with him filling you up for the third time let you tumble over the edge.
He was wheezing with his breaths, his nails scraping at you as he moved, fucking his cum deeper into you while your walls clenched around him to milk him dry.
Minho let you ride out your orgasm, although he was tensing up again. He let you kiss him breathless, although his lips were swollen already.
You stopped eventually, halting completely and caressing his head against your chest.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering against you, like a hasty bird inside a cage.
“You okay?”, you asked, kissing the top of his head.
“Yeah- I’m-“, he sobbed again, pressing his face into your skin.
“You did so good”, you cooed.
He hummed, nuzzling against you, as if he was seeking the warmth of your body. Your hand stroked the back of his head like this, guiding him to lay down again with you.
He didn’t dare to let go of you though, holding you close and enjoying the treatment of forehead kisses and soft rubs against his sweaty back. It was endearing to witness him like that and you smiled, knowing you were probably the only one who knew how down bad he was for you.
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You and Jisung never had a typical relationship.
Sure — you're best friends, you've gone through a lot together. College, that first job, second — everything.
Through countless break ups, often lead on by the fact of how close you are, boyfriends and girlfriends of both of you not particularly understanding that you both are just friends.
Well — not just.
You never told them about the countless times in between relationships, when you're both drunk, hell even when you're not.
Nobody knows, but everyone guesses, suspects anyways. Anyone who meets you both assumes your dating, you say you aren't but make no moves to prove them wrong.
Everyone in both of you groups both knew the weird dynamic between you, new people tried to understand but quickly gave up.
Until Minho.
Minho, a work friend of Jisung, quickly infuriating the group, he's great, weird in a way that draws you in, handsome in a way words cant describe.
You're not saying you're a mind reader but you are definitely catching a vibe instantly.
The moment Jisung introduced Minho to you, you notice. The glaces that linger moments too long, the awkward laugh Jisung lets out only with you usually.
It's not jealousy of Jisung — no, more envy.
Because despite this weird dynamic with Jisung, you care about him, you want him. It's why no relationship truly lasts because all you believed you needed was each other — maybe you were wrong.
Jisung on the other hand notice things too, he knew you and Minho well, you both were the closest people to him in his life and he catches on quickly.
Minho, who typically doesn't start conversations out of the blue, always does with you, paying extra attention, nodding along.
Now Jisung would never say anything, no he doesn't want to bring it up because what if he's wrong — or worse, right?
Because Minho isn't like anyone else you would date, he would stick around because he understands to an extent your relationship with Jisung so he wouldn't be threatened right — that's why all your previous relationships ended, because they were insecure but what if he loses you —
Okay, now Jisung said he wouldnt mention it to Minho but you — you were his best friend of course he was going to tell you!
A random Sunday night is when it all clicked in both of your heads, both of you feeling things, silly doubts and one common thing — you both wanted Minho, and each other.
So you plotted, poorly, with no actual plan — basically just going off booze and a whim.
A 'strategically' planned night out, Jisung said it was fool proof but you cant help but be apprehensive.
You randomly messaged Minho, who replied instantly in your little three person group chat you made awhile ago.
Somehow all of your friends couldn't make it so it was just you, Jisung and Minho.
This of course made so much sense in Jisung's mind, you couldn't fight him on it.
At the bar you're focused, well as focused as you can be while slightly tipsy, not drinking a lot as you know what's hopefully going to happen.
You're at the bar, grabbing a round for the three of you, Minho yet to question why its just the three of you so far. When you notice they arent there — looking around at the near by tables to check that maybe you were just losing your mind but no, they weren't anywhere.
Checking over the obvious places, calling out their names you hesitantly check the males bathroom, not in the mood to get flashed, what you find is so much better.
Jisung pressed against the bathrooms sink, his lips attached to Minho's, way too lost in the moment to notice you right away, his hands tangled in his hair, Minho has his knee pressed between Jisung's thighs keeping them parted, faintly hearing a moan escape Jisung's lips.
Only once they hear the bathroom door close do they freeze, looking at you standing in the doorway, Minho looking shocked, a bit unravelled, Jisung however looks so far gone, his hair messed up and lips pink and glossy.
Almost like time stilled for a moment, all outside noises quietening for a second. Only when you smile a bit, taking in the sight of them do they seem to regain functionality.
"You started without me Sungie?" You drag out the question with an almost whine, Jisung lets out a choked moan, his grip loosening on Minho.
Minho, ever the quick one, catches on instantly. Sucking in a shaky breath before pulling from Jisung, not without a small whine in protest.
"What is wrong with you both." His voice still edging on confusion, laced with something more. You cant help but glace at Jisung than back at Minho.
"I guess you're gonna have to try and find out, hm?"
The ride home was blurry, calling an uber was the safest bet, none of you truly sober enough to drive.
The ride back felt torturously long, settling on your apartment as it was the closest. Stuck snug between both of the guys felt like heaven and hell, Jisung's leg drumming up and down anxiously, Minho's almost stoic expression making both of you confused and slightly turned on but we dont talk about that.
The feeling of being literally in between both of them makes your brain go haywire, swirling with all of the possibilities of when you get into the apartment, the excitement, the thrill.
Unconsciously you start clenching your thighs together, of course Minho notices, the guy notices everything about you.
The 20 minute drive felt like an hour, the warmth almost unbearable.
Finally when you arrive, you're suddenly thankful of the long walk, mad at the uber feeling like forever but the reality slowly dawning on you.
Not fear per say, just adrenaline finally dropping.
Jisung is no better, suddenly both of your confident acts crumbling under the idea of Minho.
Minho — who has the straightest face, like he's going to a board meeting not a possible friendship altering encounter.
Entering the apartment should have felt relaxing but it didn't, Minho takes in the space briefly before he makes a long stride to you his hands cupping your face kissing you hard.
Instinctively you moan into the kiss, giving him all the control which you can feel the cocky bastard smile into the kiss. Your fingers curl into the loose fabric of his jacket noticing Jisung's presence lingering close by, hearing the familiar sound of his desperate whines.
Minho breaks the kiss suddenly, leaving you to try and chase his lips, the sudden feeling of disappointment is quickly fading when he pulls Jisung closer, tilting the younger boys jaw so he can kiss him, making sure you're watching.
A small gasped moan escapes from your throat, the sight of them making you go insane with need. A moment later the kiss ends, Jisung looking probably just as desperate and pathetic as you.
"Wheres your bedroom?" Minho's voice coming out broken, catching his breath from the kiss with Jisung. You quickly try and regain composer as you walk ahead of him, guiding him and Jisung to your bedroom.
You can barely process it, clothes ending up mindlessly anywhere on the floor, feeling exposed — all of your thoughts quickly silencing when Jisung kisses you, Minho watching right in front of you.
Your fingers curl into Jisung's hair, pulling helplessly on the strands, desperate for more. Jisung was just as needy, feeling his cock hard against your thigh, rutting against it.
"Poor Sungie has been suffering since the bar —" Minho's words suddenly breaking the silence, your lips still brushed against Jisung's, feeling his breathing grow unsteady. "Be a good girl and help our boy — gonna be good for me, kitty?"
As soon as the nickname falls from his lips you're gone, nodding helplessly at him. Your hands dragging over Jisung as Minho helps him lean against the pillows moving next to him, his thumbs grazing over Jisung's nipples, a breathy gasp from him.
Moving to sit between his legs, your hand slides over the plush of his thighs, enjoying the sweet sounds he's making — Jisung whose always been sensitive everywhere basically.
Slowly your fingers drift to his cock — your thumb tracing over his sensitive tip, gliding over the slit, smearing the cum down his cock.
Before Jisung can even make a proper sound Minho's on him, his lips attaching to Jisung's, Minho's tongue gliding over his bottom lip before his tongue meets his.
Your hand glides up his cock, your thumb pressing against his lip, briefly looking up at him before you lick the head.
His shallow moans muffled by Minho, you can feel heat pooling between your legs at the sight, quickly you wrap your lips around his cock, bobbing your head gagging slightly when he bucks up into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Before you can process Minho's hand tangles into your hair pulling you off Jisung's cock. His thumb swipes over your bottom lips, collecting all the spit that gathered from sucking Jisung off, pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue.
Instinctively you suck, moaning around his thumb, Jisung watches with huge eyes, letting out a strangled sound. Minho however looks pleased, pulling his thumb from your mouth, his fingers brushing over your cheek, his lips so close to yours but he doesn't press them against yours yet.
"Lay down for me, kitty." His voice is barely above a whisper, quickly and haphazardly shift besides Jisung, your thigh pressed against his you're sitting so close.
Minho moves slowly in front of you, not hesitantly, calculated, likes he's trying to control the situation and you both to every degree.
His hands press against your knees, parting them — his eyes immediately drifting down to your exposed cunt, your slick coating your pussy, nearly dripping onto the mattress.
"Look at you — all that from watching me and Hannie?" He coos gently, his tone dripping with condescension.
You cant even muster out any words, a small sound escaping from your throat as Minho slips down onto his stomach, his hands perched directly on your thighs to keep you still and spread out for him.
Jisung is just watching this unfold, feeling his cock twitch as the view in front of him. Two of his best friends who he wants so bad — its genuinely his wet dream.
Minho's focused, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching as you clench around nothing — just as you're about to say something he's on you.
His tongue almost exploring, kitten licking over your cunt before licking a long stripe. Your hands instantly go to his hair, anchoring yourself.
His movements are precise, his tongue swiping over your clit teasingly before prodding at your soaked hole.
You're already embarrassingly close, Jisung and Minho can tell, almost as soon as you feel your orgasm building — Minho pulls away.
"What—" You barely even get one word out before Minho is on you, you can feel his tip slide up your cunt making you moan unexpectedly.
"Gonna be a good girl and put a show on for Sungie?" His eyes glace over at Jisung who somehow looks more wrecked than you.
Not really trusting your words you nod — feeling your thighs start to shake with anticipation.
Slowly Minho pushes in — he feels different than Jisung, longer but not as thick. Quickly he bottoms out, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven.
The feeling takes over you, small shaky moans leaving your lips, adjusting to him. Minho swipes his thumb over your perked nipples, distracting you from the stretch. Quickly The sting morphs into pleasure, arching into him as you squirm under his touch.
Jisung's eyes are trained on you, watching as Minho's cock slides in out of your wet cunt, listening to the mixed sounds of the wet sound and your sweet moans. He cant help but touch himself to the sight of you both.
Pressing his thumb directly over his sensitive tip, using the spit you left on him earlier to wet his cock, stroking his throbbing cock to you getting fucked.
Minho's thrusts are slow and deep, fucking into you like he's trying to mark you — and maybe he is.
"Look at you — both of you, acting pathetic after weeks of eye fucking me." Minho spits out, the sudden realisation that he knew. You can only moan in response, his thrusts growing sharper. "You act all innocent and guarded but you just needed me and Jisung to fuck you stupid, huh?" His words mocking you, leaving you to respond but you cant, his cock pistoling inside of you, hitting that gummy shot with insane precision.
Minho doesn't stop — finally getting to fuck you only turns him mean, his filter completely gone as he looks over at Jisung whose fisting his own cock. "What's the matter Sungie? Too busy being a desperate little slut — what, you get off on watching your best friends, fuck — Shit, she's so tight for us Ji, I think she can take both of us one day."
Minho is talking nonsense at this point, his head clouded with the feeling of your snug walls milking his cock.
Jisung is a pathetic moaning mess — everything is too much, your orgasm is building fast — the feeling oh Minho pounding into your sopping cunt, Jisung's moans echoing through the room mixed with yours.
Jisung can tell — the slight shift of your actions and knowing you all too well. His movements dont stop, reaching over to you — crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing all your sweet moans.
"Come on Hannie — you gonna cum for us?" Minho's voice grows even more ragged, shifting your leg over his arm to fuck you even deeper.
Jisung moans into your mouth, his hand twisting around his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the slit before letting out a silent cry, cumming hard.
"You wanna cum too, kitty? Wanna cum with Sungie — shit, so good for me go on, cum for me angel." Minho's thrusts grow sloppy, his own orgasm creeping up on him, the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in while Jisung is moaning his name.
Minho's words break you, spasming around him as your orgasm crashes over you — moaning desperately into Jisung's mouth, clawing into the sheet — his hair, anything as you ride out your orgasm.
Minho cums at the feeling of you cumming around his cock — his grip on your thighs tightening — letting out a string of groans as he fucks you through your orgasms filling you up — fucking his cum back into you.
Everything slows, everyone's senses dial down, the highs slowly fading. Minho pulls out slowly, watching as your cunt drips with the mixture of your cum.
Minho looks over at Jisung who is also looking at your glistening pussy, his eyes drifting to notice Jisung's cock, which is already half hard again.
"So desperate for our girl still, hm?" A cat like smirk forms on Minho's lips, teasing Jisung. "Wanna taste of her? Think you can handle it Ji?"
Jisung quickly perks up, a small whine escaping at the thought, quickly shifting to take Minho's spot between your legs, diving straight in.
Jisung quickly laps up all of yours and Minho's cum, moaning at the taste, his hips grinding into the mattress.
His tongue gliding over your clit, sucking it hard, moaning against your pussy.
Already so overstimulated from your previous orgasm, this one comes fast and hard — your thighs clenching around Jisung's head.
Jisung only moans at your thighs nearly crushing his head — his ruts into the bed only growing more desperate and needy.
Minho is watching closely, his eyes never straying from you and Jisung, his lips parted from how heavy he's breathing, almost memorised by you both.
Your orgasm comes crashing over you as Jisung sucks on your clit, moaning helplessly into your cunt.
Jisung sucks you through your orgasm, his own building fast, moaning pathetically into your pussy, mumbling sweet praises, the friction between his bare cock and the sheets forcing his own orgasm out of him.
Moments pass — Jisung hesitantly leaves your cunt, noticing how you twitched and probably were sore, resting his head on your thigh, catching his own mess.
Before you can realise Minho left the room, coming back quickly, his boxers back on as he kneels onto the mattress.
Silently helping you both put some clothes on, Minho puts Jisung's shirt on you while helping slide Jisung's boxers on. Handing both of you a glass of water, sitting in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours — unable to read what he's thinking.
Once Jisung basically chugs his drink, putting the glass onto the bedside table, he buries into your side, you take note of the small smile creeping up onto Minho's lips.
While buried into your side you play with his hair, brushing strands stuck to his forehead from his face when he mumbles into your shoulder.
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The headboard slams against the wall in a staccato rhythm that matches Minho’s thrusts—deep, punishing, fucking relentless.
“Oh my god, Minho, fuck, right there, right fucking there—”
Your own voice sounds wrecked, barely recognizable. The champagne from Eunji’s wedding still hums warm in your bloodstream, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of him inside you. Nothing compared to the way he’s been rearranging your guts for the past twenty minutes without mercy.
His hands grip your hips hard, pulling you down onto his cock as you ride him reverse cowgirl, your back to his chest, your ass bouncing against his stomach with every frantic movement.
“Look at you,” he groans, and his voice is all gravel and disbelief. “Teasing me with this ass for years. Years.”
A sob-laugh escapes your throat. “You should’ve—ah, fuck—should’ve done something about it.”
“Yeah?” He leans back and lands a sharp smack across your right cheek. The sting radiates outward like spilled liquor. “Should’ve bent you over at that New Year’s party when you wore that red dress? Should’ve fucked you in the bathroom while everyone counted down?”
“Yes,” you gasp. “God, yes, you should’ve, I would’ve let you, I would’ve let you do anything—”
His hips snap upward, cutting off whatever else you were going to say.
The hotel room spins. Somewhere in the back of your mind you register the damp sheets bunched beneath you both, the discarded navy suit jacket hanging off the desk chair, the way Minho’s dress shirt is unbuttoned and open and clinging to his shoulders with sweat. Eunji’s reception is still raging four floors below. You can hear the distant thump of the DJ through the carpet. Your best friend has no idea her maid of honor is currently getting her back blown out by her older brother.
No idea that Minho’s teeth are grazing the curve of your shoulder right now. No idea that you’re making sounds you’ve never made with anyone else.
“You take it so fucking good,” Minho murmurs against your skin. His words come out punched, breathless. “So tight. Squeezing my cock like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t,” you whimper. “I don’t, I fucking don’t, Minho, please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking me—”
He smacks your ass again. Harder. The sound cracks through the room like a whip.
“That’s my good girl. That’s my fucking good girl.”
Your cunt clenches involuntarily at the praise, and Minho feels it—you know he does, because he lets out this strangled groan that vibrates against your spine.
“You like that, huh? Like being called good girl while you get fucked dumb?”
You can’t form words. You can only nod, mouth open, drool threatening to escape the corner of your lips. His cock stretches you so perfectly, so completely, hitting spots that make your eyes nearly cross.
The bedframe shakes while the headboard pounds drywall like a fist demanding entry. You’re vaguely aware that the neighboring guests can probably hear everything—the creaking bed, the filthy wet sounds of him driving into you, the symphony of your combined desperation.
You don’t care.
You’ve wanted this man since the day Eunji introduced you at a family party during your freshman year. He’d talked to you when his sister disappeared and left you feeling awkward, and something had clicked into place in your chest that never clicked back out.
It had been years of tension. Years of loaded glances across dinner tables. Years of his dry humor making you laugh harder than anyone else. Years of pretending you didn’t notice the way his gaze dropped to your lips when you were close enough, and your ass every time you walked away.
And now, in room 1214, those years of tension have boiled into a raw, passionate entanglement.
“Minho,” you choke out, “I’m gonna—oh fuck, I’m gonna come again, I can’t, it’s too much—”
“You can,” he growls, and one of his hands slides from your hip to press flat against your lower belly. He pushes down, and the pressure makes your eyes roll back. “You’re gonna come on my cock again, baby. Gonna soak it like a fucking good girl, and then I’m gonna flip you over on your hands and knees for me.”
The words are filthy. The delivery is devastating.
Your orgasm hits before you can warn him again—rips through your body in pulsing, white-hot waves that make your thighs shake and your toes curl and your voice break into something animalistic.
Minho fucks you through it. Doesn’t slow down and just keeps pounding into your spasming cunt while you sob his name into the comforter.
“There she goes,” he coos, and the contrast between his brutal rhythm and his soft tone makes your brain short-circuit. “There’s my baby. So pretty when she comes. Sound so fucking pretty.”
Your arms give out. You collapse forward onto the mattress, face buried in Egyptian cotton that smells like hotel detergent and sex, and Minho follows your movement seamlessly—slides a hand between your shoulder blades and presses you down flat while he repositions.
He pulls your hips up, angling you just right, and then he’s back inside before you can catch your breath.
“Shit—!”
“That’s it. Arch that back.” Both his hands palm your ass now, spreading you open, thumbs digging into the meat of your cheeks. His thrusts grow erratic, less controlled, more desperate. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it, baby? Tell me. Use your words.”
You’re overstimulated, trembling, absolutely wrecked. But you manage to push yourself up on weak elbows and look back over your shoulder at him.
His dark hair is plastered to his forehead. Dark eyes blown wide with lust. His chest heaves through the gap in his wrinkled dress shirt. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
“On my ass,” you rasp. “Cover me in it.”
His hips stutter, and he quickly pulls out, grunting, fisting himself while pushing you down flat on the bed. The second you’re on your stomach Minho is straddling your thighs, stroking himself with quick, brutal pulls. His cock glistens with your shared arousal, thick and angry-red at the tip.
His hand moves faster. “Gonna mark up this perfect fucking ass—oh, fuck—” The first rope of cum hits hot and heavy across the small of your back.
Minho groans. Loud. Uninhibited. A sound dragged from somewhere deep and desperate that makes your exhausted cunt throb in sympathy. “Oh my fucking God, baby. Fuuuuuck.”
He keeps stroking, keeps spilling—ropes of thick white painting stripes across your ass cheeks, your lower back, dripping into the dimples above your tailbone. His hips buck into his own fist with each pulse, like he can’t stop, like his body won’t let him.
“So much,” you breathe, genuinely awed. “Minho, that’s so fucking much—”
“I know,” he chokes. “Fuck, fuck, baby—”
The room reeks of sex and the jasmine candle he had lit on the nightstand when we first entered.
Minho collapses to the side, chest heaving, one arm thrown haphazardly across your sticky lower back. The silence that follows is enormous and fragile, interrupted only by the distant bassline from the wedding reception below.
Your skin is cooling. Your heartbeat is a war drum. Your brain is static.
Then Minho laughs—low, incredulous, almost shy—and presses his forehead against your shoulder blade.
“Eunji’s gonna kill us.”
You snort. “Worth it.”
His fingers trace lazy circles through the mess on your back, and even that simple touch sends electricity zipping down your spine.
He hums, kissing your shoulder slowly now. “Worth it,” he agrees.
jisung claims he just wants to ‘rub against you’ but you both knew that was a lie ! ( tw: dubcon )
jisung had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago.
he’d left you messy and trembling on the bed, your body sprawled out across the rumpled sheets while your dripping cunt clenched weakly around nothing, a thick mix of his cum and your slick smeared all over your thighs and leaking slow from your still-puffy hole. you could barely think, let alone move— your muscles felt like jelly, thighs quivering sharply everytime you tried to shift positions, oversensitive and sore in the best way possible.
your clit still pulsed faintly, swollen from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, overstimulation turning to a dull ache in your core. jisung had been just as wrecked, flopping off to your side with a breathless laugh that made little butterflies stir in your tummy even now.
so you thought that was it. done for the night.
and yet, there he was again, hovering over you now with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, his cock already rock-hard and drooling pre onto your thigh as he gazed down at you with those big, round, stupidly desperate eyes.
you stared at him blankly, your mind struggling to wrap itself around the audacity.
“baby, please…” jisung whined softly, his voice cracking on the words like he was holding back actual tears. “just wanna feel you again. jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”
oh, you didn’t believe that for a second.
jisung was lying to himself even more than he was lying to you— how could he help it when his hips were already rocking these tiny, pleading little thrusts, smearing sticky precum over your skin? his face was so red, his bottom lip caught between his teeth while his eyes watched you like you were his salvation, his endgame, his every waking thought.
and god, you knew you shouldn’t. you were already so full of him, your battered pussy still stretched and sore from how rough he’d been earlier. you could feel him in your blood, your muscles screaming for a break, even as your clit throbbed faintly at the way his cockhead twitched and leaked against your thigh.
but how the hell were you supposed to say no when he begged like that?
“…only rubbing,” you whispered, voice weak but firm. “be good, yeah?”
jisung nodded so frantically it was almost funny, his hands shaking as they cupped your thighs, nudging them apart slowly like he thought you might change your mind.
"i'll be good," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss your jaw, then your cheek, then your mouth with a softness that almost made you melt.
your chest fluttered as his lips trailed kisses down the curve of your throat, every little press a silent plea.
“thank you, baby,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky but so gentle it made your resolve crack even more.
his trembling hands coaxed your legs wider until your puffy folds stuck to his cock, the lewd wetness between your thighs cold from earlier but quickly heating up again when the fat head of his cock dragged up your slit in a slow, deliberate motion.
“fuck, still so wet from earlier… so warm,” jisung breathed, his voice dropping another octave as he reached the end of your slit, his head catching briefly on your clit and making you jump.
his hips twitched forward instinctively, and both of you gasped softly at the sensation— the thick heat of his length pressing against your folds, already sticky and messy from the cum dripping out of you.
“s-shit, baby,” he whined, dragging his cock down, and then up again in one slow glide that sent sparks darting down your spine. “hear that? so fucking wet. you’re still leaking all over me.”
he wasn’t lying; every drag of his cock along your folds sounded downright filthy, wet squelches echoing in the room with every glide against your entrance, every bump against your swollen clit. his earlier load mixed with pre and slick, coating everything in messy strings that stuck to him when he pulled back.
the sloppiness of it made your face burn— not with embarrassment (there was none left to feel, really, not after jisung had learned every inch of you earlier that night)— but with how turned on it made you despite your soreness. you whimpered softly everytime the fat head of his cock teased your entrance without fully pushing inside, and jisung groaned when your thighs trembled helplessly at the slow, steady drag.
“can’t believe you’re still this messy,” he murmured, his voice cracking with need. “fuck, your pussy’s so cute...so creamy and sticky from me…”
you weren’t even officially fucking, and you were already losing your damn mind. everything felt so sensitive. the slick friction, the warmth of his cock pulsing against your folds. every drag sent shivers through your core, leaving you wet and wanting despite the ache.
and yet, jisung somehow pulled himself together, kept it slow in the most agonizing way, his thick length gliding down your slit before catching at your entrance and making you gasp— a sound jisung clearly relished because his head tipped back, lips parting on a moan like he could barely handle it himself.
“fuck, your pussy’s sucking me in—“ he panted, his grip tightening on your thighs as they kept trembling beneath him, the warmth of his calloused hands practically scorching your skin. “you’re gripping so hard, and i’m not even- ah—”
his hips twitched harder, enough to push the tip just slightly against your entrance where it notched thick and heavy inside.
“jisung- wait—!” you gasped, your hands flying to his chest in something that wasn’t quite a push. you could already feel the faint stretch from his tip pressing against your tight, puffy hole, overwhelmed but still loving it, your walls fluttering regardless of the ache.
“s-sorry, ‘m sorry,” jisung choked out immediately, but he didn’t move, every muscle in his body visibly straining. he whined softly, somehow just as wrecked from all of this as you, his flushed face burying into your shoulder as he breathed so raggedly you felt it in every shallow exhale.
“just the tip,” he babbled, his hips notching forward slightly despite his words. “just wanna feel you here. just this, baby, i promise…”
you wanted to believe him, but jisung was already sinking in. one thick inch, slow and devastating, and the breath punched out of your lungs.
“you’re so soft, baby… so fucking tight around me,” he moaned against your shoulder, his hips jerking slightly even as he tried to stay still.
“j-jisung, wait—” you whimpered again, nails gripping weakly at his arms as tears pricked your eyes, still breathless from the stretch.
he pressed frantic kisses to your jaw in response, his voice trembling as he muttered a bunch of “sorry’s” and “i love you’s” that contradicted every stutter of his hips.
he wasn’t pulling back. he wasn’t stopping.
instead, he buried himself slowly but deeply into your soaked, sore heat, inch by inch, until you felt the thickness of him stretching you fully again, his shaft slick and pulsing against your walls.
he wasn’t supposed to go this far, but you couldn’t care anymore—couldn’t think past the full sensation of jisung fucking you open, his length coated in messy slick from how wet you still were.
“fuck- look at you,” jisung groaned when he finally bottomed out, cock twitching where it pressed deep inside, head practically kissing your cervix. “you’re perfect, baby. so good for me- taking me so well, fuck.”
you cried out faintly when his hips rolled forward again in a shallow thrust, the motion sending a fresh squelch of his earlier release spilling out around him, coating the sheets beneath you in sticky waves.
your thighs pressed tight as everything inside you broke apart all over again, trembling against him as the bed creaked with every movement. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, every thrust deep and firm, his breath a mixture of broken grunts and moans as he muttered praise and curses into your ear.
"so tight… so good…” he was babbling now, his hips rolling forward frantically as your cries melted into sobs of overstimulation, both of you oblivious to anything but the brutal, sloppy sounds of him fucking into you.
“j-jisung- i can’t—!” your words broke into a wail when his thrusts stuttered harder, deeper, everything messy and overwhelming.
“you can, baby,” jisung rasped, the veins in his hands twitching as he grabbed your thighs to hold you steady. “you’re my good girl- fuck, i know you can take it. your pussy always takes me so well…”
he angled your hips higher, pushing even deeper when you clenched hard on his cock again, making his words dissolve into another broken groan as the wet slap of his thrusts filled the room.
you threw your head back with a loud cry when he hit that spot, the one that sent sparks spiraling inside you and made you gushing wet all over again.
his hips stuttered then, a low “fuckkk, ’m so close,” spilling from his lips as his cock throbbed painfully inside you before he pulled out at the very last second, thick ribbons of cum shooting across your stomach and already ruined folds, smearing sticky onto your skin and thighs.
he slumped forward after with a loud groan, his forehead pressing against yours as both of you gasped for breath, your body still trembling beneath him as he kissed your cheek softly, so sweet it felt almost unreal.
“…sex ban,” you croaked after a long moment, hoarse, but determined.
jisung blinked at you in confusion before his face dropped into pure devastation, those round puppy eyes going wide. “wait, what?”
“yep. sex ban. no more for a week,” you panted, watching the misery flicker across his slightly sweaty face.
“b-but- i’ll be good!” he stammered, already pouting, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out because god, he was so screwed, and it was all his own doing….
“cmon baby,” he said, tsking playfully— like this was a game to him— as he watched you writhe on his cock. “just like the first time you took this dick, huh? cmon, you can do it, i believe in you.” he said, stroking down your stomach slowly, and reaching down to thumb at your clit.
you shakily rode him, and yes— it definitely felt like it was your first time riding him everytime you did so. you never got over the sheer size of him. “mmh, i—i’m tryinggg—“ you whimpered, placing one hand on his chest for stabilization. “poor baby,” he said teasingly, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you.
“put some work into it. there you go, just like that.” he groaned, as you finally mustered up the strength to pick up your pace. “fuuck, just like that. give it to me.” he nodded, watching you. as you adjusted to his size, you let out a shrill moan, your eyes squeezing shut. “see, that wasn’t so hard was it?” he said softly. “t—toji, i’m nuh—not gonna last long.” you spoke, returning your gaze onto him.
“yes you will,” he said, reaching his other hand, which wasn’t occupied with playing with your sensitive clit, to guide your hips to move on him the way he wanted. “you think i’m just gonna let you tap out on me? you’re funny.” he said, moaning as you moved your hips— per his guidance.
“shit, baby. finally learning, huh? what a good girl, finally using that dumb brain for good.” he breathed. “just like that. keep going, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?” he said, meeting your own strokes with his thrusts.
you nodded desperately, continuing your movements despite your growing fatigue. “yes, yes yes— yeah,” you moaned. “fuck, i can’t hold it back anymore—“ you whimpered. he chuckled, shaking his head. “cmon, then. come for me.” and when your finally came, your body tensing but your movements continuing shakily, your moans increased in volume. he watched this whole thing, an accomplished smile on his face.
his hand came up to stroke your back slowly. “aww, that’s it— fuck, mhm, cum on that dick..” he murmured, placing his hand on the small of your back to stabilize you. “see? you’re not that dumb.” he said, kissing your temple.
Jisung’s voice was a low, rough vibration that seemed to echo in the small space between your skin and the mattress. The room had a heavy, swirling haze of weed smoke, the blunt long since forgotten and smoldering in the ceramic ashtray on the nightstand.
Everything felt slow, weighted, and warm. Your lungs felt heavy, your vision blurring at the edges as the high settled deep into your bones. Your eyes were glassy and red, matching the hooded, hungry look in his. He rose up from between your thighs, his chin and lips glistening with a wet sheen of your own release, and leaned in.
The kiss was wet, sloppy, and tasted of salt and smoke. You whined into it, your spine curving as you sank deeper into the mattress, your thighs spreading wide across the sheets. You could taste yourself all on him, the slick heat coating his tongue as he mouthed at you, his eyelids heavy and hooded from the high.
His fingers slipped back down, pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing in fast, rhythmic circles that made your hips jerk.
You gasped into the kiss, your body twitching under the onslaught, but Jisung just smirked against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip just hard enough to make you moan.
He pulled back just an inch, his gaze scanning your flushed face and blown out pupils. “So sensitive. You’re shaking for me already.”
You couldn’t even find the words to answer, just a broken, high pitched whine that caught in your throat. Your back arching, pressing yourself harder against his hand, desperate for more of the pressure that was currently driving you insane.
Jisung let out a low, appreciative huff, two fingers sliding deep inside you, the sudden fullness making you gasp and clutch at the sheets. He began to move in a slow, agonizing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, hitting your g-spot with a precision that made your vision swim.
“That’s it, baby. Just take it,” he whispered, his tone shifting into something praising and soft. “You’re doing so good for me. Just let it happen.”
and you've been letting it happen for three orgasms already.
The contrast of his gentle words and the relentless pace of his fingers sent you over the edge. You started to sob, a messy, overstimulated sound that echoed in the quiet room, your hips bucking wildly against his hand. You were cuming again, the waves crashing over you so hard that your muscles locked tight around him, pulsing in rhythmic spasms that left you breathless.
He had the nerve and kept the pressure steady, his fingers continuing to work your clit even as you shook, pushing you further into a state of sensory overload. You felt like you were floating and sinking all at once, the smoke-heavy air filling your lungs as you collapsed back into the mattress, your limbs feeling like lead.
Jisung lingered for a moment, watching the way your chest heaved and your eyes rolled back. He leaned down, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before his gaze dropped to the wetness coating his hand. A slow smirk spreading across his lips. He brought his fingers to your mouth, pressing the slick, salty heat of yourself against your lips.
“Open up for me,” he commanded, sending a shiver straight down your spine.
Your head tilted back, mouth parting instinctively, and you leaned in to meet his hand. As your tongue swiped across his skin, tasting the salt and the heavy, slick heat of your own release, Jisung didn't blink. He kept his gaze locked on yours, his pupils blown wide, watching the way you worked his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through your chest.
Jisung withdrew his hand from your mouth with a slow drag, leaving your lips tingling and wet before he reached over to the nightstand, snatching up the joint.
He took a long, slow drag, the cherry glowing bright in the dim room, before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that veiled his face.
He lingered there for a heartbeat, watching you through the haze, before pressing the filter to your lips. You took a deep hit, the smoke hitting your lungs with a familiar, grounding burn that only made the sensitivity between your legs feel more acute. By the time you exhaled and handed it back, the world had softened further, the edges of the room blurring into a warm, indistinct smudge.
He shifted, hovering over you with his arms bracing his weight, his chest heaving. He took one last drag of the joint, before stubbing it out in the tray. The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by the sound of his pants sliding down his thighs.
You watched him, your eyes heavy and glazed, as he freed himself from his pants. The sight of him made a high, needy sound escape your throat. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as you tried to pull him closer, your hips subconsciously tilting upward to meet him.
“Please,” you whimpered, the word barely a whisper. “Jisung, please. I want it. wan' you inside.”
He didn't rush. He liked the way you were falling apart beneath him, the way your voice had gone thin and desperate. He leaned down, his chest brushing against yours, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum that settled in your gut. “Yeah? You really want it?” his palm roamed till it stopped at your lower stomach and pressed. “in here?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillow. “Please, just- now.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, the words barely a ghost of a sound.
He shifted his weight, leaning up to grab both of your thighs with a firm grip. With one fluid motion, he hauled you toward the edge of the mattress, pulling your hips flush against his. You felt the blunt, heavy heat of him line up against your entrance, the skin there already slick and dripping from everything he’d done to you.
He drove forward, sinking into you in one long, slow plunge that filled every empty space.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, your voice cracking as your back arched off the sheets. The friction was intense, a searing, solid pressure that made your toes curl and your vision spark white.
“Think you can cum two more times on my cock?”
shortie drabble bcuz I've been busy workin on kinktober for y'all ok ☹️
I OVERSTIMULATED MY BOYFRIEND AND THE RESULTS WERE SHOCKING!
𓂃⋆.˚ cw: 18+ / MDNI, sub!han, riding, slight subspace at the end, a lot of whimpering?
jisung’s wrists are bound tight to the headboard, back arched sharply off the mattress as you sink down on his cock again, swallowing every thick inch until your ass meets his hips. he’s drenched in sweat, chest glistening, pretty cock buried so deep inside your soaked cunt that you can feel him twitching against your cervix.
“fuck—baby,” he sobs, voice completely shattered.
you roll your hips hard, grinding your clit against his pelvis with every filthy slide. the wet, squelching sound of your dripping pussy taking his cock fills the room. every time you lift up, his shaft shines with your cum, veins bulging, slick with the mess dripping down from where you’re joined.
“look at you, sungie,” you purr, clenching around him on purpose. “so deep in you can’t even think straight.”
his eyes are glassy and unfocused, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks and his mouth hangs open, drooling as you bounce harder on his oversensitive dick. “baby… baby, please—your pussy’s too good,” he slurs, hips jerking up desperately. “gonna cum again… i can’t—can’t stop—”
you lean down and bite his neck, sucking hard while you ride him mercilessly. jisung cries out, cock pulsing violently inside your tight heat, another thick spurt of precum flooding you.
“that’s it, baby boy. fill me up. i want everything.”
you fuck him faster, ass slapping loudly against his thighs, cunt squeezing and fluttering around his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry. his head thrashes against the pillow, broken moans and sobs spilling out nonstop.
“baby—baby, i love you—fuck,” he wails, completely lost. “so wet… so fucking tight… please let me cum inside you again—”
you slam down on him, grinding deep as you choke out a moan. the angle has his tip bullying your g-spot relentlessly. jisung’s whole body locks up and he cums hard for the third time, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your pussy. So much of it that it squirts out around his cock with every thrust,messy, dripping all the sheets.
even while he’s still spurting, you keep bouncing on his twitching, oversensitive dick, forcing him through the overstimulation and his sobs turn into raw, broken cries.
“too much—baby, it’s too much—ah—fuck—your pussy’s draining me—”
but you don’t stop until his eyes roll back and his mouth falls slack, body limp and trembling in full subspace. only then do you slow down, keeping his spent cock buried deep inside your cum-stuffed cunt as you gently stroke his tear-soaked face.
“my good boy,” you whisper, kissing his trembling lips. “say it again for me, sungie.”
his voice comes out tiny and floaty, sweet despite the absolute wreck you’ve made of him.
“baby… love you, baby…”
a/n: spreading sub!han agenda everywhere all around the world
Synopsis: Felix, your sweet golden retriever boyfriend, has always been gentle with you, slow-paced, patient. But once he's certain you're ready, he finally loosens the reins on his restraint.
-or: Felix eats you out until your brain is nothing but mush and you've made a mess of his face.
Details: Felix x fem!reader, fluff, smut- cunnilingus, overstimulation, face sitting, forced orgasm (sort of), squirting, thigh kink (?), love bites, hickeys, Felix cums in his pants. wc: 5.1k
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The room went quiet as soon as the question had left Jisung's lips.
"What's the kinkiest thing you and Felix have done in bed?"
In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.
However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.
In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.
You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.
What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.
Oh, he had no idea.
You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."
You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.
The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.
Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."
He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.
Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.
You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.
When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.
"Yes?"
You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.
"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."
He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.
"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."
He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.
You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.
And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.
"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."
He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.
You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.
You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.
"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.
You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"
You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.
He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.
"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.
You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.
"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.
"...Yes."
"Do you still mean it?"
You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.
"Yes, I still mean it."
He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"
You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."
He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.
Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"
He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.
Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.
Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.
He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.
You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.
"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."
"But do you want me to?"
You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."
Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.
He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"
His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.
His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."
His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.
"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.
His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.
Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.
"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."
His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.
Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.
He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.
"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.
He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.
"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.
He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.
He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.
After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.
He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.
You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.
"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.
You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.
"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.
He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.
"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.
You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.
He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.
"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.
"Was I that loud?"
He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."
Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.
"Come here, baby."
You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.
You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.
"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.
You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.
He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"
You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.
Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."
Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.
He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.
Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.
You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.
He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.
Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.
You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."
And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.
"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.
You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.
You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.
Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.
But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.
You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.
"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.
"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.
High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.
"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"
Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.
It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.
You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.
Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.
"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.
Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.
He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."
You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.
"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.
Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."
Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.
He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.
He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.
You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.
You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.
"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.
"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.
His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.
"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."
You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;
Thanks for waking me up, totally won't be an awkward breakfast. Assholes -_-
A/N: This sick cocky mf was talking about his Ferrari in Roman Empire LIKE I NEEDED THAT INFO IN MY HORNY BRAIN
“Stay still…”
Easier said than done from the drivers seat. “That’s it…feels good?”
A weak nod is all you can muster as your toes curl tight. The lewd squelch of your pussy sucking in his fingers and the roar of the cars engine seem equally loud.
Chan glances quickly to his left before pressing his foot to the gas and cutting around cars before he settles again.
His fingers slick with your arousal as he thrusts them in and out of your cunt messily.
You weren’t even supposed to answer his call let alone peek outside your apartment window so he could show you his new car.
You definitely weren’t supposed to get in the vehicle and let him sweet talk you into pulling your panties to the side.
“Ever cum on leather seats before?” He smirked while his thumb abused your clit and his speed bordered 100 mph.
Now you could taste you orgasm on the tip of your tongue as your hips thrust to meet his fingers.
He hear him chuckle on your side as he cuts up more traffic, speeding an ungodly amount so he can get you to his place.
“Chris!” Your hand grasps his wrist as you gush around his digits.
“Mmhmm…dripping all over my seats. You gonna cum for me?” That stupid smirk adorns his features.
You swear you get whiplash from how hard you nod as the tension in your belly releases with a pitched squeal.
Your legs shake as the car swerves, Chan’s deep groan makes your core tremble as he feels the pull of your pussy around his fingers.
“So fucking hot…” He pulls free and sucks the digits clean, eyes fighting to stay open as your essence fills his tongue.
"M'mmm, yes, so close? Yeah?" Chan says rubbing his nsoe against your clit. His face contorts as he spreads open your ass to continue his meal. You're moaning around the base of his cock, sucking him off as your ontop of his chest with your pussy sat right on his face.
"S-So close—channie!" You're hands stroke him instead the feeling of his large girth making you feel light headed from his desperate desire to devour you.
Chan's eyes roll back to feeling of you dripping on his tongue makes him crazy – wanting to make you cum over and over.
All you feel is his tongue fucking into you while he fingers your ass hole open. "Oh–fuck!" You whine out taking him back into your mouth as you suck him off with your drool being used as a lube.
His fingers pull out and move to hold your waist, his hands grip onto your hips and move you to sit fully on his face. The new position makes you're stomach flip. You try to push off by clawing at his chest but his tongue continues its rapid movements on your folds.
"Sit on me like you need it baby," Chan says moutb full of pussy. You're back archs and grinds against his tongue, you feel his hands forcing you down harder trying to curl his tongue up into you the way that makes your head spin. "Give it alll to me." He continues to praise.
"Ha-! Oh–shitt. Gonna cum!" His hands grip onto your thighs and pull you off him with a whimper leaving your lips as a protest. "W-What?" Before you could process or pout he lays you flat on your back and spreads your legs open with one hand. The strength of his firm grip makes you're legs open with ease.
You look down to see his face leaning down closer to your pussy and before you know it he's back to tongue fucking you again. The closer position making him feel like the tip of his tongue is deeper. "Mh–mhm! Yes!" You're hands tangled in his blonde locks pushing his face against your clit. "R-Right—there! Chan–!" He smiles and looks up at you with his pupils dialed with intense lust.
"You're so vocal today, pussy's so sweet can't get enough." You're thighs clenched and your heels dig into his back, the pleasure is too much and you're already overwhelmed with how many times you've came just from him eating you out.
"H-Holy... fuck!–" Just like that, you grip onto the back of his head with all your strength that you have left. Rolling your head into the mattress with your back arched and thighs shut around his head. "Cumming–!" Chan lets you – if anything encourages it. You feel something squirming out of you that you've never felt before, it feels like you're peeing (really hope not), it feels like you're seeing angel's and the heavens gates welcoming you in.
Pulling yourself back to reality you finally notice your boyfriend's face is still suffocated – finally releasing him. "Oh baby, did you just squirt?" Chan's face is lit up with in awe. "I-I don't know...?" His index finger reached out to rub on your sensitive pink pussy and plays with this juices, rubbing and leaning to lick it up.
"You sure did. Fuck that was so sexy, can you do it again?" His eyes pierced up to look at you from your clit, his eyes are wide with desperation of needing another one from you.
"I don't know if I can." You reply already exhausted. "Please? For me? Yeah?" You consider it and take a moment. "I want to repeat what I did so I can always make you squirt." Chan's eyes are filled with hearts even if you're tired who could say no, I mean look at him!
A/n:Ugh, Stray Kids are coming to Rock in Rio and I'm too broke to go. I hate it here
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innocent Han who… fucks your throat relentlessly, holding your head in place while he thrusts deep until tears stream down your face and drool drips everywhere, cumming hard down your throat and making you swallow every drop. Afterwards he wipes your mouth gently with his sleeve, gives you the cutest pout, and cuddles you like he wasn’t just using your mouth as a toy.
innocent Han who… bends you over the dorm couch and rails your pussy hard and fast, slapping your ass red while moaning your name until he fills you with thick cum that leaks down your thighs. When the members come back he’s already playing games on his phone, pulling you onto his lap innocently and asking if you want to watch him play.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy like he’s starving, sucking on your clit until you squirt on his tongue, then fucks you missionary while staring at you with those big sparkling eyes, pumping load after load inside you. After you’re shaking and covered in cum he brings you snacks and water, humming happily like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up in the middle of the night by sliding his cock into your soaked pussy and fucks you for hours, cumming inside you multiple times until the sheets are ruined. In the morning he stretches cutely and says with a sleepy smile, “Good morning baby, why do you look so tired today?”
innocent Han who… makes you ride him reverse cowgirl, gripping your hips and slamming you down on his cock until your pussy is swollen and dripping, then flips you over to fill you again. Afterwards he hugs you tightly from behind, nuzzling your neck sweetly and acting like the softest boyfriend alive.
innocent Han who… fucks you against the bathroom wall right before practice, pounding deep and fast while covering your mouth so no one hears you moaning, leaving your pussy creampied and leaking. When he comes out he’s perfectly normal, chatting with the members while you’re still trying to walk straight.
innocent Han who… destroys your pussy all night long in every position, choking you lightly and filling you until cum is everywhere — on your stomach, leaking from your hole, even in your mouth. The next day he brings you breakfast in bed with the most innocent puppy eyes, stroking your hair gently.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho, fucking your tight pussy while Minho uses your mouth at the same time, both of them pounding you until you’re a trembling, cum-filled mess with loads dripping from every hole. Afterwards Han and Minho act completely casual — Han playing with your fingers softly and offering you his hoodie while Minho makes tea, both pretending they didn’t just ruin you together.
innocent Han who… pins you down and fucks your ass deep and rough, stretching you open while rubbing your clit until you cum hard around him, filling your tight hole with thick ropes of cum that drip out slowly. Afterwards he pulls you into his lap, playing with your hair and offering you his favorite snack like he hadn’t just ruined your ass.
innocent Han who… makes you sit on his cock while he’s gaming, bouncing you up and down quietly until he fills your pussy with cum mid-match, then keeps playing with one hand while the other gently rubs your back.
innocent Han who… fucks you in the practice room after everyone leaves, bending you over the mirror and pounding your pussy so hard your legs shake, covering your mouth as he cums inside you twice. When the members return he’s just stretching innocently on the floor, smiling at you softly.
innocent Han who… chokes you lightly while thrusting into your soaked pussy, biting your shoulders and leaving marks all over your chest before pumping you full until it overflows. Later he wraps you in his blanket and watches anime with you, acting like the sweetest boy.
innocent Han who… teases your clit with his fingers under the table during dinner, then drags you to the bedroom and fucks you senseless until you’re crying from overstimulation, filling every hole. He comes back out minutes later with messy hair and a cute laugh, asking if anyone wants ice cream.
innocent Han who… shares you with Minho again, holding your legs open while Minho fucks your pussy raw and Han fucks your throat at the same time, both of them filling you with cum until it’s leaking from your mouth and cunt. Afterwards Han cuddles you on the couch, humming softly and feeding you strawberries while Minho plays music like nothing ever happened.
innocent Han who… wakes you up by licking and sucking your pussy until you’re soaking, then rails you from the side, cumming deep inside before falling back asleep hugging you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… fucks you so hard against the wall that your back is marked, slapping your tits and calling you his needy slut while filling you up repeatedly. Minutes later he’s back to being soft, kissing your forehead and asking if you want him to draw something cute for you.
innocent Han who… becomes completely addicted to your pussy, spending hours between your legs licking and sucking on your clit like it’s his favorite candy, burying his tongue deep inside you until you’re soaking his face and cumming repeatedly. Afterwards he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, gives you the cutest smile, and asks if you want to cuddle.
innocent Han who… can’t keep his hands off your pussy even when you’re just watching a movie, slipping his fingers under your panties to rub slow circles on your clit, sliding two fingers inside and curling them while acting completely focused on the screen, then casually licking his fingers clean when he’s done.
innocent Han who… wakes up before you just to spread your legs and bury his face in your pussy, sucking and slurping loudly while you’re still half asleep, making you cum on his tongue before he even says good morning. He then crawls up and hugs you tightly like an innocent puppy.
innocent Han who… gets obsessed and spends the whole afternoon with his fingers buried in your pussy, scissoring you open and rubbing your g-spot nonstop until you squirt all over his hand and the bed. Afterwards he kisses your forehead softly and offers to bring you water like nothing happened.
innocent Han who… eats your pussy for so long that his jaw starts hurting, but he doesn’t stop — sucking your swollen clit, fucking you with his tongue, and moaning into you like he’s addicted, making you cum until your legs won’t stop shaking. When he finally pulls away his face is shiny and he just smiles cutely at you.
innocent Han who… gets hard again just from looking at your pussy after already fucking you, so he pushes your legs back and rubs his cock against your wet folds for ages, teasing your clit before sliding back inside and breeding you again. Afterwards he collapses on your chest and nuzzles you sweetly.
innocent Han who… fingers you under the blanket while the members are in the same room, pumping his fingers deep into your dripping pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb until you have to bite your hand to stay quiet. When you cum he pulls his hand out, licks it clean, and goes back to playing on his phone innocently.
innocent Han who… becomes a total pervert for your pussy, spreading you open with his fingers to stare at it for minutes, spitting on your clit and rubbing it messily before diving in to devour you again, obsessed with how wet and tight you get for him. Later he acts all shy and soft, hiding his face in your neck.
innocent Han who… fucks your pussy in short desperate bursts all day long — quickies where he pounds you hard, fills you with cum, then goes back to whatever he was doing, only to come back thirty minutes later because he’s already addicted and needs to feel you again. Each time he returns with that same bright, innocent smile.
innocent Han who… shares your pussy with Minho but stays completely fixated on it, holding your legs wide while Minho fucks you so Han can watch closely, then immediately diving in to eat Minho’s cum out of you because he can’t get enough. Afterwards both of them cuddle you like nothing filthy happened.
Okay, okay... I think I might be obsessed with Minsung at this point 😭 I want to be part of that ship
drabble — jisung loves it when he learned something new about you, and uses it for his own advantage
Han Jisung had noticed it weeks ago.
Every time he buried himself deep inside you, your eyes would drift up from his face to the thin silver chain around his neck. The small pendant, a sleek, smooth obsidian teardrop would swing with every brutal thrust, catching the low light of your bedroom and drawing your gaze like a magnet. Your lips would part, breath hitching, pupils blown wide as you followed its rhythmic dance above you. It was almost like the pendant hypnotized you, pulling your focus even as pleasure wrecked your body.
Tonight, he decided to test just how much power it held.
He had you on your back, thighs spread wide around his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your walls flutter around him. Sweat glistened on his collarbones. His hips rolled steadily, cock dragging against your walls with every thrust. You moaned, nails digging into his back, but something felt… off.
Your forehead creased in confusion. Your eyes flicked up to his neck, searching. No chain. No pendant. Just smooth, sweat-slick skin and the rapid flutter of his pulse. There was nothing for your gaze to latch onto, nothing to follow, nothing to hypnotize you. Your mind started to wander even as pleasure pulsed through your body. You tried to focus on his face, his dark eyes, his parted lips—but your attention kept drifting back to that empty space where the necklace usually swayed.
Jisung smirked, noticing immediately.
“Something wrong, baby?” he asked, voice laced with teasing as he rolled his hips, grinding against that sweet spot inside you. “You look so distracted tonight.”
You bit your lip, trying to stay focused, but another deep thrust made your eyes flutter. Still, your forehead stayed creased. The pleasure was there, intense and building, but it felt… incomplete. Your mind wouldn’t settle.
He kept going, fucking you with steady, punishing strokes, never reaching for the necklace. Minutes passed. Your breathing grew more erratic, not just from the pleasure, but from the strange restlessness in your head. You couldn’t sink fully into it. Couldn’t let go.
Jisung leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he drove into you harder.
“You’re clenching around me so tight, but your eyes keep wandering. Can’t stop looking for it, huh?”
You whimpered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He was enjoying this too much. Another particularly deep thrust made you moan loudly, but your mind was still fractured, searching for that missing anchor.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ji…” you gasped out, voice shaky and needy between moans. “Where’s your necklace? Please… put it on.”
The words tumbled out before you could stop them. Your voice sounded embarrassingly desperate, even to your own ears. Jisung’s hips stuttered for a second, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“There it is,” he chuckled darkly, sounding satisfied. “My greedy girl finally admitted it.”
He slowed his thrusts just enough to reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the silver chain. He slipped it around his neck, letting the smooth obsidian pendant settle against his chest. The moment it appeared, your eyes locked onto it like a magnet. The crease in your forehead instantly smoothed out, replaced by that glassy, hypnotized look he loved so much.
“Fuck… there you go,” he groaned, feeling your pussy flutter hard around his cock the second your gaze found the pendant. “That’s what you needed, wasn’t it?”
He started moving again, building back up to a relentless rhythm. The pendant began to swing above you with every powerful thrust, back and forth, catching the light. Your eyes followed it obsessively, pupils blown wide, mind finally quieting as pleasure flooded every nerve.
Jisung gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you.
“Open,” he ordered.You parted your lips instantly. He leaned forward, letting the warm pendant rest on your tongue. Your mouth closed around it, sucking eagerly as he fucked you even harder. The chain tugged against his neck with every brutal snap of his hips, the pendant shifting between your lips in perfect sync with his cock driving deep inside you.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled, voice rough with arousal. “Sucking on it so desperately after pretending you didn’t need it. So fucking hypnotized now, aren’t you?”
Your moans came out muffled and wet around the pendant as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. The relentless rhythm, the thick stretch of his cock, and the warm weight on your tongue completely overwhelmed you.
Jisung’s hand slid up to hold your jaw gently as he railed you. “Cum for me while you’re sucking on it, baby. Let me feel how much better it is when you have this.”
Your orgasm slammed into you hard, body shaking violently as your walls pulsed around him. Jisung groaned loudly, burying himself deep and spilling inside you as he rode out both your highs, the pendant still trapped between your eager lips.
When he finally pulled back, the glistening pendant slipped from your mouth with a wet pop. He looked down at your blissed-out face with a proud, predatory smile.
The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.
Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eye’s half shut as he looked down at you.
“Feel so good,” He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.
Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.
Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eye’s half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.
You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.
Hyunjin didn’t notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.
He grinned, shifting. “What? You want a kiss?” He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. “Hm?”
You didn’t reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.
He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.
“You’re insatiable.” He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.
࿐ the party & the after party - ft.hyunchan (MDNI!)
You don’t know how long it’s been. an hour? Two hours?
You lost track when Chan first pushed you back onto the bed, his mouth hot against yours, while Hyunjin’s hands slid up your thighs. Time blurred when they switched - Hyunjin’s lips capturing yours, all tongue and teeth, while Chan’s breath ghosted over your stomach, going lower, lower, until you arched off the mattress with a choked gasp.
Then it was Chan pinning you down, fingers tight around your wrists, as Hyunjin’s mouth worked between your legs. You whimpered, thighs trembling, but Chan just shushed you, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone like he was soothing you even as he held you in place.
When they swapped again - Hyunjin’s weight pressing you into the sheets, his hands roaming - you barely had time to catch your breath before Chan’s tongue dragged up your slit, slow and filthy, and you sobbed into Hyunjin’s shoulder.
Now, one of them - you dont remember who - turned on a playlist, some song by the weeknd playing in the background. you’re sprawled across Hyunjin’s lap, his cock hard beneath you, his fingers playing idly with your nipples, twisting, making you squirm.
Chan is inbetween your spread legs, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself into you with a low groan. “Fuck,” he mutters, sliding in deep, and you gasp, head tipping back against Hyunjin’s chest.
Chan’s fingers tighten on your hip, pulling you down onto him, and you choke out a moan as he starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. “You take it so well,” Hyunjin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching just hard enough to make you whimper.
Hyunjin’s hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing circles over your stomach before dipping between your legs. His touch is light, teasing, just barely brushing your clit until you jerk against him with a sharp gasp. “Oh my- Fuckk” you whine, hips bucking involuntarily, but Chan’s grip tightens on your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper, dragging a ragged moan from your throat.
Chan’s hands slide up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your throat before settling there, pressing justtt hard enough to make your breath hitch. His grip tightens as he fucks into you harder, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has your vision blurring.
Hyunjin’s fingers circle your clit faster, the pressure building until you’re writhing between them, gasping for air that won’t come.
“Please-” you manage, voice ragged, but Chan just shakes his head, “You can take it,” he murmurs, his own breath uneven. “Just a little longer.” His thrusts stutter, deeper now, and you choke on a moan, nails digging into Hyunjin’s thigh.
Hyunjin exhales sharply against your ear, “So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice full of admiration. His palm slides up your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before cradling your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “so perfect,” he breathes, and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag. You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips, as Chan’s hips snap forward, filling you so deep your toes curl.
Hyunjin breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Love hearing you,” he says, “Love feeling you shake.” His hand drops back to your breast, squeezing just shy of too hard, and you arch into it with a gasp, your hips rocking back against Chan’s thrusts.
“I can’t- I can’t take it,” you gasp, voice cracking, your body strung tight between them. “Please, please let me-”
Chan’s grip on your throat eases just enough for you to drag in a shuddering breath. His hips slow, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out, his cock twitching where he’s buried to the hilt. “You wanna cum?” he murmurs. His other hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the sweat-slick curve of your waist before settling between your legs, pressing hard against Hyunjin’s fingers still circling your clit. “You wanna come on my cock while he plays with you?”
You whimper, your whole body trembling, the words catching in your throat. “Yes or no, baby,” Chan asks, his hips rocking forward, the drag of his cock inside you slow, maddening. His breath hitches when you clench around him, your thighs shaking. “you're gonna have to say it.”
You sob, your hips bucking uselessly between them, oversensitive,“Yes- yes, please,” you gasp, the words slurred, your voice breaking. “Please let me cum, please-”
Chan’s grip tightens on your throat just enough to cut off your next whimper, his hips snapping forward in one sharp, brutal thrust. “Then cum, baby” he says, and that’s all it takes- your body seizes, pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision whites out.
his rhythm stutters, his hips grinding deep as he groans, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel him cum, the hot spill of it, the way his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise.
Hyunjin’s hand leaves your breast, sliding down to press against your stomach, right where Chan’s cock is buried inside you, and you sob at the pressure, oversensitive, “Fuck,” Chan breathes, his voice thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts slowing to lazy, rolling grinds.
Hyunjin’s fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head back against his chest as he murmurs, “Good girl,” against your temple, his lips brushing your skin. His other hand still works your clit, slow now, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re squirming.
Before you can catch your breath, Chan’s hands are on your hips again, flipping you over with a rough, effortless tug. The sheets scrape against your stomach as he maneuvers you onto your knees.
Your face lands inches from Hyunjin’s cock, the heat of it against your cheek. You don’t hesitate- your mouth opens, tongue dragging along the underside before taking him in. Hyunjin groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper. Chan’s cock slides back into you from behind, just as a new song plays.
a/n: gov ball hyunchan made me do it now you guys deal with the aftermath #thankyouforcumming
